Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2000 19:22:41 EST
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Going With The Flow
Here's a story that has appeared in IN TOUCH and FRESH 'N' FRISKDY, the new
anthology from Starbooks. It was a fun story to write. I hope you enjoy
it. Let me know at vichowel@aol.com.
GOING WITH THE FLOW by Dave MacMillan
I'd been butt-fucked. There were no two-ways around it. I'd just had the
real down-and-dirty sort done to me. Mike's hard dick was still buried in
my ass - his chest against my back, his pubes tight against my butt-cheeks,
and his lips at my ear. My pole was half-hard and its head was trying to
reach my belly button again through a puddle of my own spunk on the floor
under me. Yeah, I was butt-fucked all right. Like one of those dick-crazy
homos pop was always going on about.
"You going to let me up?" I asked, breaking into the silence between us
carefully because I didn't know what this was going to do to our
friendship.
"I like the way your ass feels on my meat, Gary."
"Mike, that's my butt you're talking about," I mumbled, feeling really
unsure of myself.
He chuckled. "And my dick filling it up."
"So, take it out and let me get up."
"What's your hurry? They know each other now."
He was right - his dick and my butt did know each other. Intimately.
Because, somehow, I'd screwed up royally and let myself get butt-fucked. I
resigned myself to having him lie on top of me with his pole buried in me
and tried to remember how I got into this mess.
Mike and I were roommates at a small college in central Georgia this past
year and we'd already taken an apartment together for next year.
We became best buddies from the get-go. We got along like brothers -
better, because we managed to avoid the petty squabbling. He came from the
coast and I was from a hole in the wall in the south-central part of the
state, but it was like we'd known each other all of our lives.
I arrived at his home for a week of soaking up sun and hanging out with
him. College didn't start for another month. I had just turned nineteen
and was still a virgin hoping to change that status during my week at
Mike's with one of the honeys who wanted sun and fun - away from my
parents' watchful eyes.
After he'd showed me the town and we cruised the beach until dark, we
picked up a bag of fast food and headed back to his house. His mother was
in Washington for the week getting certified in something for the Navy base
where she worked.
We had his house to ourselves. It sounded like it had a lot more
possibilities than I'd ever had at my house with my mom's nose always stuck
in my business and pop preaching hellfire twice on Sundays and once on
Wednesdays at church.
"Want a beer?"
I shrugged. I didn't particularly like the taste but I'd go along with the
flow.
He grinned. "We've got dibs on the liquor whenever you want something
harder." I smiled at that. I'd come to like a drink or two the past year
and he knew it.
We headed for his room after pigging out and downing a beer apiece. He
carried a bottle of rum and glasses; I brought a two-liter bottle of soda
and a bag of chips.
Setting his things down on the dresser, he pulled off his shirt and began
toe-ing off his loafers. "We're in for the rest of the night?" I asked,
setting my things down and turning to watch him undress. He had pecs and
abs I wished I had. I was just skinny.
"Yeah." He grinned. "Never drink and drive - besides, I thought you might
like to check out my stuff."
"Huh?" I glanced quickly at his crotch. He couldn't mean - naw . . .
He reached under his mattress and pulled out a couple of magazines that had
women on the cover with less clothes than I'd ever seen. He handed them to
me and wiggled his jeans over his ass. I allowed myself a smile as I
watched him bend over to push them off his legs. Mike had a nice, round
butt. It had real character.
Standing up in his briefs, he went to the dresser and poured drinks for us.
Turning back towards me, his hand shoved an old Octoberfest mug off the
dresser and onto the floor. It didn't break and he grinned raunchily as he
handed me mine. "Down the hatch, Gary."
I took it and turned to the centerfold where a girl was spreading her legs
and showing herself off. I blinked. Her sex didn't look a thing like I'd
somehow expected it to look. I'd expected some character like I figured
Mike had in his shorts. Like I had. Not like ours exactly - but
something.
"Come on, Gary. Get stripped for action because I'm going to take you all
the way to the mat just to show you who's boss around here."
"Yeah?" I growled in challenge. He might be bigger than me and have better
definition, but he'd never been able to get me to my knees in all our
months of wrestling in the dorm - much less all the way down.
I took a swallow of my drink as I toed my docksiders off. And felt the
stuff burn all the way down to my stomach. "You trying to get me drunk?" I
gasped.
He laughed. "I don't need you drunk to take you. Drink up and enjoy the
glow you get."
I took another swallow and pulled off my shirt.
"How'd you like to lick that?" he asked holding up the magazine's
centerfold as I pulled my zipper down.
"Shit." I pushed my jeans to my knees and pulled them off my legs.
"Maybe you'd like to lick something else, instead?" He cupped his groin
and grinned at me.
I stared at him in surprise but didn't say anything. We'd never carried on
like this back in the dorm. I decided it was the magazines and put it out
of my head.
He flipped to another page and pointed to a girl bending over showing lots
of butt. "How about porking those chops?" He groped himself through his
underwear and I saw he was growing an erection.
I gulped the rest of the glass of liquor and wondered what kind of week I'd
got myself into. This was definitely a new side of my college buddy I was
seeing and I was uncomfortable with it. It put me far too close to all
that curiosity I'd been hiding from since I learned what the thing between
my legs could do for me. A curiosity I knew got me close to being queer.
I checked his dick out quickly. It'd already snaked across his groin and
looked awfully thick behind his underwear. I was having a hard time
keeping mine down.
He dropped the magazine on his bed and, grinning, grabbed my arm. "Now,
I'm going to show you just what you've been missing." His leg shot between
mine and I just barely stepped away before he could trip me.
We wrestled, gripping each other's arms and trying to take each other down.
It took a while but I was beginning to figure Mike would win our match
eventually. I resolutely told myself I sure wasn't about to go down
without making him work for it and struggled to stay with him. Neither of
us called a truce as we both sweated buckets in the hot, damp air of his
room.
My hand slipped on his biceps as he flexed it; he was suddenly pulling me
toward him and stepping aside so he'd be behind me when I got there. One
arm went around my chest as he send a leg between mine to trip me. His
other arm circled my waist. He followed me down. My hands shot out to
break the fall.
He lay on top of me, his chest pinning me, and I realized Mike had a full
hard-on in his underwear and it was wedged between my asscheeks, spreading
them wide. I felt blood rush to my face as I accepted just how compromised
I was.
I forced that knowledge away and waited for him to get tired of holding me
down. I told myself he wouldn't think about things like his meat in my
crack - because buddies didn't think about butt-fucking their buddies. I
saw pencils and a handful of rubbers beside me where they'd fallen out of
the stein when Mike knocked it over.
I was just starting to imagine lying out on the beach in the morning when I
felt his hips move against my ass. The movement quickly became a steady
one. His dickshaft trawled my asscrack through our underwear.
"Mike, you'd better get some glasses tomorrow, old buddy," I mumbled even
as my face burned hot all over again. My dick started to swell. "You've
got me mixed up with a girl." It was a lame joke, but I hoped it was
enough.
"This feels good, Gary." His voice was huskier than I'd ever heard it.
I raised my head and tried to look over my shoulder at what he was doing.
His nose rammed my cheek and I couldn't see anything except his eyes
squeezed shut.
"Let me up."
He continued to hump my crack.
My dick found the waistband of my briefs and the head of it was free. I
was surprised at what he was doing. And at my reaction to it. "Mike, get
off me," I demanded.
I could feel his hot breath on my neck. His chest pressed against my back.
As he pulled his arm from under me, his hand moved slowly across my stiff
dick, helping my shaft past the waist of my underwear. My face burned with
embarrassment that my buddy knew I had a hard-on. A moment later I felt
the back of his hand on my butt, and his pole lifted part of the way out of
my crack.
I learned just how wide his dickhead was as it tried to dig me a new hole
right under my tail bone. I was scared at how things were going. This was
too damned close to what I'd been fantasizing about all these years.
Only, this was reality. "What're you doing?" I demanded. He'd got me
down, but that didn't mean he could play with my butt. It sure didn't mean
I should like it. And I sure as hell didn't want him knowing I was liking
it.
His thick pole came back down hard between my crack and his hips wiggled on
my butt a little. The back of his hand moved half-way down our knees and I
felt his briefs bunch there across the back of my thighs. His hand came
back up my leg quickly, grabbed the elastic of my briefs, and pulled them
over my butt-cheeks.
I was suddenly one ever-more exposed boy. I got harder. "Jesus, Mike!" I
growled. "Let me get up."
He didn't say anything. His dick moved hot and throbbing through the
valley of my ass, oozing pre-cum on my bare butt. I felt his elbow brush
my flank as he picked something from the floor and brought it to his face.
I heard something tear and his hand went between his groin and my cheek.
It felt like he was stroking his meat. His movements were making about as
much sense as me having a hard dick while a guy dry-humped me.
I was in shock that my best buddy was trawling my crack, naked dick on bare
ass. I was just as shocked that my meat had decided it liked being caught
between the throw-rug and my hard abs with him doing it. I couldn't
believe it felt good. The whole thing was too queer.
I tried to decide if I should put up a fight or just lie there and let him
get off on my backside so I could get up and decide what I was going to do
about this shit. I sure didn't want to remind him I was hard too - he
might get worse ideas than he already had. My pole decided it for me; it
blew a load there on the rug and stayed hard. I told myself we'd both
blame booze for this and pretend it never happened.
He raised his hips and it was his dickhead trawling my crack again; only it
reversed direction and was now heading towards my balls instead of drilling
a new hole under my tail bone. His finger touched my pucker and I jerked.
It started working into my hole while the rest of the fingers of that hand
guided his dickhead to my asshole. I finally understood Mike wasn't
planning on just dry-humping my butt.
Hard-on or not, I'd better do something or I was a fucked duck. "Bastard,"
I growled and pulled my knees up under me. "We're going to stop this shit
right now." My wildest fantasies were close to becoming real - but Mike
would have me pegged as queer. I had to stop that from happening.
My hands were on the floor in preparation of pushing me up, my ass hiked in
the air, my knees pulled up under me, and my head and shoulders were
rising. My pole dug into my belly button. One of his hands moved to
circle my meat. His other hand left my hole and grabbed my hip.
All I had to do was roll from under him and I was free. But his fist
beginning to work my finest feature caught me. I froze for a moment,
trying to understand why he'd started jacking me. Boys didn't do that shit
to other boys unless they were queer.
His dick rammed into my ass, pushing deep into me before I even thought
about closing things down at my rear entrance.
Mike!' I cried and collapsed with him following me down. My tight abs hit
the throw-rug and he pushed the rest of his dick into my virgin ass, his
knees pressing my thighs apart. Pain flooded through me. "It hurts,
Mike," I groaned.
"I'll hold still till you get used to me being there," he mumbled against
my ear and let my shriveling meat go.
"Get your dick out of my ass."
"Sshh. Just relax, Gary. I've got a rubber on."
"I'm no queer for you to butt-fuck!"
He started to move inside my ass and all I could do was ineffectively pound
my fists on his back and sides.
My pole decided to come back to life - like some queer who got off on
getting butt-fucked.
* * *
His dick thatch scratched the insides of my asscheeks. His pole was still
lodged inside me. He ground his hips slowly against my ass. His meat was
full-sized hard all over again. And mine was too. He wasn't going to let
me up. He was going to butt-fuck me again.
"Mike," I groaned, tears welling in my eyes. I had a hard dick up my ass,
a hard-on myself, and was about to have my ass pummeled the second time in
a few minutes. It was enough to bring tears to any man's eyes.
"Your ass feels good."
"Cut it out, Mike."
He pulled several inches of his pole out of my ass and pushed it back in
experimentally. It went in easily and I was surprised the movement of it
through my chute felt good. "Grind your butt around on me while I'm
feeding you my meat."
"I don't want to be butt-fucked," I groaned helplessly and liked how the
throw- rug under me made my seven inches feel when he pushed into me. I
accepted I liked how his dick in my ass felt too. I worried just how queer
this was making me.
He ignored me and his pole proceeded to establish a slow, steady rhythm in
my chute. "Come on, Gary, grind that ass for us," he whispered at my ear.
His balls slapped the back of my thighs each time his thick slab of meat
pushed into me. His chest still pressed against my back and his arms held
me close. His lips were on the nape of my neck.
I guessed there wasn't a whole hell of a lot I could do to give myself my
cherry back. And there wasn't going to be any way I'd ever convince Mike I
wasn't queer after this. It probably didn't matter how queer having my ass
fucked made me though because I liked it. I wiggled my butt against his
pubes tentatively.
The additional movement added immeasurably to what his dick was doing for
me. It felt as good as my hard pole dribbling on the rug under me.
My meat was alive. He moved in me slowly as I ground my ass under him; and
my seven inches were getting as good a jerk-off as they'd ever got from my
fist. Better - because of all the good feelings coming out of my hole.
"It feels good," he mumbled against my neck.
I gave up trying to understand how I'd got into this jam and how I was
going to deal with it when I didn't have his hard meat in my chute. I went
with the flow.
"Grind your ass against me harder," he commanded and nibbled at my ear.
I ground harder and felt my balls churn. I was close. I wanted to come.
Even if I did have his dick fucking me while I was shooting.
His movement inside me stayed slow and steady. But it massaged my
lovegland and that was sending new sensations through my body and my chute
knew how to handle hard meat in it now. My ass and dick had somehow become
connected since he shoved his pole into me the first time. Now, they were
also connected to my balls. I groaned and shot a load.
Mike continued to plow my ass and I stayed hard under him. I ground my
butt against him and laid my cheek on my hand. I was into the good times
rolling out of my ass and dick.
Instinctively, my butt rose to meet his pole and ground itself on that slab
of meat each time it pushed into me. My porker rubbed the rug and my hard
abs. My balls started to strangle my seven inches again. I moaned and
wiggled my ass with abandon.
"You like my dick in your butt, don't you, Gary?" he whispered at my ear.
His hand went to my hard meat. "You want me fucking you in the ass, don't
you?" he mumbled at my ear.
"I - yeah." I might as own up to it because Mike sure knew I liked it.
His fingers had found my hard pole and were now a fist around it. They
felt better than the rug.
"You want me to come in your ass too, don't you?"
I nodded and ground my butt against him. "Let's get you up on your knees."
His hand pulled my hips off the rug and I pulled my knees up under me at
his direction. His meat stayed deep in my canal. I sighed. Fantasy had
finally become reality for me; and it was as good as I'd ever dreamed it
would be.
"You're going to come with me fucking you, aren't you, Gary?"
I was close again and the pending orgasm just added to the sensations
flooding over me. "Yeah."
One hand held my hip loosely, the other returned to pump my hard-on in time
with his movements behind me.
I moaned and wiggled my ass on his porker. And simply stopped caring what
liking this made me.
An eternity later, Mike's tempo changed. He humped me with fast, short
strokes for a minute before his hips lunged forward, pushing everything he
had into my hole. His meat widened deep in my ass. My asscheeks were
spread wide as his pubes pressed hard against them, his thatch scratching
my asslips. He held himself there, and I felt warmth blink into existence
somewhere near my heart. Another rope of his spunk blazed another arc
across my gut.
I blew another load as he filled my hole with more of his jizz.
He pulled his dick out of me and pushed himself to his feet. "Want a
drink?" he asked between deep gulps of air.
I lay on my stomach and gazed at him over my shoulder, wiped out from our
sex - my ass feeling empty but a good kind of numb too. My eyes went to
his dick. I'd never seen it out of his briefs, though I'd sure been
feeling it up my ass.
It'd felt like it was a mile long and a mile wide, filling me all the way
up. Looking at it now, still more hard than not, I was willing to bet I
couldn't get my fingers all the way around it. The thing definitely had
character. The kind that demanded immediate and continuous attention.
It'd felt good in my ass when he plowed me with it and I was sure I'd never
get enough of it.
I pulled myself back to reality with difficulty. Mike knew I was queer. I
was going to have to find a new roommate. It'd be all over school. The
folks would find out. I was going to be one fucked duck unless I could
find a way to undo what had happened.
"How could you?" I mumbled, trying to sound as uptight as I figured I was
supposed to. Only, I was a lot more confused than I was uptight. His
fucktool had felt good in my butt and I had got off with it there - four
times. It had taken possession of my ass and I accepted it had dibs on it.
I figured all he had to do was get hard and I'd be dropping my shorts and
bending over. That confused the hell out of me.
He poured us drinks and squatted at my hip to hand me mine. I guessed it
didn't matter him seeing my dick - he'd already fucked my ass and jacked me
off while he was doing it. I turned over, sat up to take the glass, and
gazed admiringly at his softening dick.
I admitted to myself it had taken on a lot of meaning in my life the last
half hour. It had my undivided attention; I just couldn't think of
anything to go with it - except my ass. I wanted it there again. "How big
is that thing?"
He grinned. "Eight inches, hard."
I believed it.
"I'm glad you liked it, Gary. I figured you would, the way you were always
checking me out at the dorm this past year. But nothing I tried got you
going."
I raised my eyes to his. "You raped me," I mumbled, still looking for a
way to explain away what had happened - and suspicious at how much I wanted
to reach out and hold his soft meat. At how much I wanted it hard and back
inside me. At how right he was about me.
He chuckled. "Not really. I just gave you what you wanted - what we both
wanted. You sure got off on it."
I started at him. "You're saying I'm queer," I groaned and shuddered
because even more of me wanted his meat in me again. Even if that did make
me queer.
He shook his head. "I'm just stating the obvious. Your ass likes dick."
He smiled. "I hope it continues to be mine you want in there."
I stared at him and prayed he meant what it sounded like he was saying. If
he wanted my ass even half as much as I wanted his dick, I was safe -
no-one was going to know. I shivered and reached out to touch his meat.
He smiled and spread his legs wider. My fingers went around it and it
started to grow. I couldn't take my eyes off its wide head getting wider.
"You ever have a blow job?"
I stared back at him in shock. My pole decided it liked what he seemed to
be suggesting and got as hard as his was. He reached out and pulled my
bunched underwear down my legs. He grinned as he pulled them over my feet.
I was as naked as he was and wasn't scared anymore. I smiled back at him.
"Drink up, Gary. Now we know you like the basics, we've got all week for
us to decide what else we like and don't like. College is going to be a
lot more intense for us the next three years."
I tried to sort out what Mike was saying and got nowhere. "Are you saying
you suck dick?" I asked cautiously, immediately accepting a blow job from
him would definitely keep Mike quiet about how queer I was.
"Now and then. If the guy's got a nice hot rod and I like him okay. It
keeps things even for when I fuck him."
"Do you get fucked?" I asked even more cautiously.
"No-" He glanced down at my hard slab of meat. "Maybe I'd better say I
haven't yet."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means I like you a lot, Gary. You aren't just another beach bum with
an itch up his ass letting me give it a quick scratch. It means if we
continue like this next year, sooner or later I'll probably decide to try
out what you already like."
He pushed himself to his feet and downed his drink. Setting the glass on
the dresser, he reached down to me. "I want a taste of you."
He grasped my wrist and pulled me to my feet, my seven inches jutting out
between us. "That looks good, Gary," he mumbled and knelt before me. I
watched him take my hard dick in his hand and pull it to his face.
"Tomorrow we find out how big you are."
I didn't tell him I'd already measured it.
His other hand went to my nearest asscheek and pulled me closer, pulling me
into his mouth.
It felt good. My favorite part of myself in his mouth. His tongue a chute
guiding it in. His throat muscles clamping down on it. His hand on my ass
where it belonged.
I took a slug of my drink and relaxed in the feelings coming out of my
pole. I finished off the glass and decided I could get into what Gary was
doing with my meat. My balls were already tightening and he was kneading
my cheeks with his free hand. Yeah, I could go with the flow.
I grinned as I realized I wasn't a virgin any more. My ass knew how to
handle his hard cock. I grunted as my nuts churned. I was about to shoot
a load down Mike's throat. And my fuck-tube was about to be tamed by a hot
mouth. Maybe it was queer but it felt right. And it wasn't hurting either
one of us.
Yeah, he could suck me off because it meant I was going to have his dick in
my ass again - where it belonged. We were going to have us a hot night
tonight - and a hot week. One the beach honeys couldn't come close to
imagining.
I suspected I was going to know his dick as well as I did my own by the end
of the week. I figured I could get into that - just as long as we kept it
here and at college. It sure wasn't going to happen at my house, though.
Mom'd probably be listening at the door.
I shot my load down his throat and gasped. I thought I was going to sink
into the floor I was so weak. I shuddered and pulled my suddenly
super-sensitive meat away from his tongue.
He took a deep breath. And grinned as he stood up and took a step toward
the bed. His dick was hard and grabbed all of my attention. "Come on,
Gary. I'm ready for some more of your ass."
I pulled myself out of the euphoria of my orgasm immediately and, grinning
back at him, started for the bed. I wanted him too - all eight inches of
him.
"Lie on your back and put your feet on my shoulders," he told me as we
faced each other in the center of his bed. "You'll like it this way." He
grinned as I lay back and looked at him expectantly. "You get to watch me
fucking you and work your meat at the same time."
I raised my legs and he crawled between them, taking my ankles and lifting
them onto his shoulders. I started at the thick red head of his meat
pointing angrily at me from between my balls and dwarfing my own hard-on.
"How thick is that thing?"
He grinned as he leaned into me and I felt that head find my hole. "We'll
measure that in the morning too. Want to jerk off while I fuck you?"
His dick slipped through my stretched assmuscle easily and dove for home.
I grinned up at him and grabbed my hard meat as he crushed his thatch
against the insides of my assglobes. "That feels good, Mike," I mumbled
and watched him pull his pole almost out of my ass before plunging it back
into me. "Yeah."
I could definitely go with the flow.
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